InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sake ❯ Sake ( One-Shot )

Sake

 

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Inuyasha or his sword. Those rights go to Rumiko Takahashi and VIZ. This is an accompaniment to chapter 486 of the manga. You don't have to read the manga to follow. Just know Sango is soul searching, Miroku has a choice to think on; Totosai brought the tachi to a drunken demon sage (a wise one, but a drunk none the less). Inuyasha, not by choice of course, has consumed quite a bit of sake. That's where our story begins…

 

I sighed, watching the staggering hanyou. If he leaned any farther over the enchanted jar Sango jumped in, he was going to find himself swimming in sake again. But, of course, HE wasn't drunk. The mighty Inuyasha didn't get drunk. Running my fingers through Shippou's ginger hair, I glanced around to see what everyone else was doing. Miroku went off with Yakurodokusen shortly after Inuyasha started seeing double (or was that triple?) and was now meditating, alone, in a corner.

 

Yakurodokusen, on the other hand, leaned against one of his many jars of sake, tipping not one, but two into his mouth while singing folk songs. There was nothing to do except wait for Sango to come to terms with the demon souls of Hiraikotsu and return. And I hated waiting and feeling useless. I felt like that here most of the time, anyway, and when I really was, it only made matters worse. Kirara came up and bumped against my knee, sniffing at the kitsune on my lap and sneezing.

 

“Well, Kirara, is there any real water around here so I can force Inuyasha into a bath?”

 

The firecat meowed and twitched her two tails before pointing her nose toward an opening to the rear of the large cavern we were in. I figured if the river and waterfall were sake, there had to be water to make the sake. Unfortunately, it wasn't anywhere we could see. I laid Shippou next to Kirara and grabbed my pack. Inuyasha reeked of alcohol and I knew he would be even more grumpy than usual once he sobered up. The lesser of the two evils would be forcing him into a bath.

 

“Miroku?”

 

Two fingers rising off his knees were the only indication that he was listening to me. His eyes stayed closed. I sighed for what had to be the thousandth time today.

 

“Kirara found fresh water farther back in the cave. I'm going to take Inuyasha and try to get him cleaned up, okay?”

 

This time, he managed a nod.

 

Inuyasha wasn't by the enchanted jar anymore. I hadn't heard him stomp off, so he had to be around somewhere.

 

“Inuyasha?”

 

“BOO!”

 

“EEP!”

 

I swear ten years just came off my life, and as it was, I didn't think I had many extra to spare. He was IN the jar. Again.

 

“Inuyasha, get out of that sake right now before I make you!”

 

“Keh, you can't make me, wench, you're only a puny human. What can you do?”

 

I opened my mouth. I wasn't going to say it, I really wasn't. He would have gone under and drowned. I just wanted him out of the jar. Oh, he came out all right. The next thing I knew, I was pinned under a very heavy and very wet inu-hanyou who clamped his hand over my mouth. His golden eyes were wide and frantic.

 

“DON'T SAY IT!” He cocked his head to the side and straightened his ears. “Why are there still three of you, Kagome?”

 

I struggled; I couldn't help it. He was dripping wet and his face was so close to mine, his hot breath tickled my cheeks. And his hand was practically covering my nose. So, I licked him. He sprang back as though burned.

 

“What the fuck??? You LICKED me!”

 

“You were smothering me. You are drunk and you stink. You might not smell it now, but you will later. Kirara found water nearby, and since you just drenched me, I'm taking a bath.”

 

“Keh. You're not going anyway without me, wench. You'll just get yourself in trouble, like always,” he huffed, crossing his arms.

 

Got ya. “Well, then I guess you'll just have to come with me and make sure it's safe.”

 

“Damn right.”

 

Inuyasha made it four steps before falling against my back. I was sure his pride would keep him from accepting my help, but he clearly couldn't walk on his own. Draping his arms over my shoulders so his elbows bent and his arms crossed under my chin, I took some of his weight and helped him balance while we walked.

 

“I can walk, ya know.”

 

“I know, Inuyasha. You're just…protecting my back from danger, okay?”

 

“Keh.”

 

 

The cavern with the fresh water spring was much smaller than the main room, but it had cracks and crevices in the ceiling, so natural light filtered in. The stream of water feeding the pool came from a direction perpendicular to the sake waterfall's flow, making it smell like nothing more than clean, pure water. I shuddered. It was probably freezing. Inuyasha stopped leaning on me and wandered over to the waters edge. His nose crinkled as he sniffed and looked from side to side.

 

“There's nothing else in here, wench.”

 

“Good. That means I can take a bath.”

 

A crop of rocks stood out in the middle of the pool, perfect to keep a hanyou on one side and me on the other. And I could make sure he didn't drown himself. Though we didn't do it often, (because the monk was too much of a lecher to resist peeking the entire time) all of us had shared hot springs set up like this before. Back when there was less of a chance of running into danger every time we tried to take a break.

 

Grabbing my towels and soaps, as well as a clean uniform (as much as I wanted to put on my pajamas it was still light out, and we'd probably leave as soon as Sango came back), I set up my sleeping bag and extra blankets along the wall beside the door. I hoped I could get Inuyasha to sleep off some of the sake like Shippou was doing.

 

Speaking of the hanyou, he was still looking into the edge of the pool with a frown on his face.

 

“Hey Kagome? How come I can't see Sango anymore?”

 

I knelt next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, grimacing at the slightly sticky feeling of the firerat fur.

 

“It's probably because it's not sake, Inuyasha. I wouldn't worry too much. Miroku is near the jar and you said Sango looked like she wasn't afraid.”

 

Before he could figure out what I was up to or shrug off my hand, I pushed the hanyou head first into the pool. The water splashing back was cool, but not freezing, so I figured I'd be able to get a good scrub in. But first, I had to be sure Inuyasha came back up for air. A second later he reemerged, decidedly displeased.

 

“What the FUCK?”

 

I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could while holding in my laughter. “You smelled. Float around for a while, I'm going to the other side and washing up. You got sake all over me.”

 

“Keh. Bitch.”

 

The water wasn't all that bad, sort of like tepid bathwater. I didn't want to leave Inuyasha unsupervised too long, even though I could hear him splashing and muttering to himself, so I washed my body and hair as quickly as I could. I knew he wasn't naked, so it really wasn't wrong…and I couldn't resist. I don't think I'd ever heard Inuyasha make so much noise while taking a bath before. So I peaked over the rocks.

 

There was my brave hanyou (not doing the doggie paddle like I expected), floating on his back, kicking his feet, and swimming in little circles. I smiled. He rarely looked relaxed, especially lately, and right now he looked young. And happy.

 

I dressed quickly and started to towel dry my hair before calling to Inuyasha. I planned on staying behind the taller rocks; something told me it would be safer that way.

 

“Inuyasha? Are you done yet?”

 

“Keh, it wasn't my idea to take a bath in the first place, wench,” came the garbled reply.

 

“Well, you can get out now. I'm done.”

 

It was too quiet, I knew that, but I just had to walk around the rocks. Inuyasha stood, dripping wet, maybe ten feet from me with a wicked grin on his face.

 

“EEEEEPPPP!”

 

I ducked down and held the towel in front of me to catch most of the spray. Inuyasha had bend over and shaken himself like a dog. It started with a twitch of his ears, and then sort of rippled through his shoulders, down his torso, though his butt, sending his muscled thighs quivering before ending with his feet. It was amazing and fascinating to watch, if you didn't mind getting wet.

 

“Inuyasha!” I sighed, exasperated.

 

“What? I'm dry ain't I?”

 

Couldn't argue there. I made my way to the corner to find my comb. As I worked through the tangles, I eyed the hanyou. He still looked pretty out of it. Maybe he'd let me comb that mane of his. I'd always wanted to, but it was so rare for him and me to have any time alone anymore.

 

“Inuyasha? Come over here, would you?”

 

He squatted before me, staring with slightly unfocused gold eyes.

 

I patted the sleeping bag. “Lie down and set you head on my lap, please.”

 

“WHAT??”

 

I blushed. I'd sort of hoped he'd just take the chance to lie down and not pay attention to the rest. I should have known better.

 

“Please, you've rested on my lap before. I just want to brush out your hair since you shook it like that. It's probably full of tangles. And your head will feel better if you rest for a bit.”

 

The hanyou still looked suspicious, but he stretched out on the padded purple bag and placed his head on my thighs, facing away from me. I grabbed a handful thick silver strands and started to work the comb through the bottom most inches. I was surprised to find there were almost no tangles. With at the running he does, I was certain it would take me forever to get through it. Still, I wasn't giving up this time. We'd all been through so much, and everyone refused to rest. We were starting to tire and snap at each other, not sleeping, not really eating right, and it was showing. If I could get the hanyou to rest, even if it was to sleep off the alcohol, I was going to do it.

 

I'd just begun to massage his scalp with my nails, when I heard rumbling. It reminded me of Buyo purring when he had a cold. It took me a minute, but then I realized the sound was coming from Inuyasha! My fingers drifted to his ears, ears I hadn't really touched (except to tweak), since I first saw him. They were warm and unbelievably soft. The purring increased and he shifted in my lap so I could reach both ears at the same time, his face lax and calm in sleep. I rubbed a bit longer before wrapping my extra blanket around both of us and drifting off myself. I hadn't slept well since Kikyou's final death and a nap sounded wonderful.

 

 

I had no idea how much time passed since we fell asleep, but I didn't think it was long enough. Come to think of it, why did I wake up? I was thinking about Inuyasha, when I felt something nuzzling at my stomach. I looked down and only saw my brown blanket. Pulling it back, I saw Inuyasha had positioned himself on his knees, hands over my legs, his head under the hem of my shirt. It felt like he was sniffing and rubbing his nose against me like a puppy.

 

“Inuyasha?” I whispered. If he was dreaming, I didn't want him to wake suddenly and be mad at me, or worse at himself, for something he had no control over.

 

Instead of waking up, Inuyasha gripped my hips and nosed his way up to the edge of my bra. I had no idea what to do. On the one hand, this was Inuyasha, who, under any other circumstances, would never, ever do this to me of his own free will. But on the other hand, this was Inuyasha and on some level he must know it's me.

 

“Ummm, Inuyasha, are you awake?”

 

He growled deep in his throat and I felt his tongue run a hot line along the lower edge of my bra. I shuddered and gripped his shoulders. He was still drunk, that had to be it. But he wasn't listening to me. Should I just let him keep going? What would he do?

 

Suddenly, he pulled his head free and looked me straight in the eye, his own golden orbs glowing a dark amber, and whispered,

 

“Mine,” before leaning in and claiming my lips. His kiss wasn't sloppy, like I expected a drunken kiss to be. Instead, it was firm and confident and like nothing I'd experienced before. I'd had pecks on the cheek, yeah, but I had yet to get through an entire date with Hojo, let alone getting to the kissing goodnight part. I had to wonder how many times Inuyasha and Kikyou kissed for him to get this good. I only knew of two times.

 

Soon, all thoughts of Kikyou flew out of my head as I felt Inuyasha trace my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth to try and breathe, and felt the hot appendage slip inside, running over my own tongue before exploring the rest of my mouth. He darted his tongue in and out a few times before I caught on to the invitation and followed it into his own mouth. The first thing I had to check out was his fangs. Whenever he flashed his cocky `I-know-I'm-right' smirk, they peaked out the sides of his lips and drawing my attention, those sharp, little flashes of white.

 

I was so engrossed with what his mouth was doing, that I forgot about his hands. I pulled away with a gasp when I felt a pair of warm, calloused palms cupping my bare breasts. Inuyasha must have cut through the back of my bra, since I doubt he would have had the patience to figure out how it worked. I tried again to get him to tell me what was going on.

 

“Inuya…”

He placed a clawed finger to my lips and shook his head. Yep, definitely still intoxicated. Not that I minded a bit at the moment. Nope, I was too busy trying to figure out the wonderfully painful, yet pleasurable, tension building between my legs, which only intensified when the hanyou latched onto my nipple. I would never complain about his mouth being dirty ever again after this.

 

I felt myself being lowered back onto my sleeping bag, Inuyasha's lips never leaving my breasts. I wasn't totally clueless about what he was doing, I mean, those kind of shows are on TV all the time (not that I'm supposed to be watching them, but sometimes romance manga just don't cut it). What I didn't understand was how Inuyasha knew how to do all this. He licked and nipped his way across my torso, leaving nothing untouched, not even the sides of my ribs. It was only when he began tugging at the waistband of my skirt that I really started to worry about how far we were going. As much as I wanted to be with Inuyasha, I didn't want to take advantage of him, and that was exactly what I was doing, even if he was the one making all the moves.

 

“Wait, Inuyasha, we can't. You're drunk on sake.” My eyes started to tear up. I knew he was going to hate me as soon as he came to his senses. There were more important things to think about, and I just had to go and screw up. Again.

 

“Kagome.” Inuyasha leaned down and licked the tears from my cheeks. When he pulled away, a sad smile lingered on his lips.

 

“Kagome, I'm fine. The sake was pretty much out of my system after you pushed me into the pool. The rest was gone after that nap.”

 

I rubbed my knuckles over my cheeks. I was relieved that Inuyasha was sober when he started this, but why did he let me think he was drunk? Why didn't he talk to me?

 

“Wh-h-y?”

 

His puppy ears pinned themselves back against his head. The one thing that I never wanted to see in those sun kissed eyes filled them to the brim right now - guilt.

 

“I- I didn't think you would want to be with me if I was myself. I screwed up; I know it. I was so wrapped up in myself…”

 

“Inuyasha, you deserved to mourn, you loved Kikyou and she died. She left you and…”

 

“And I got to say goodbye. I got to kiss the woman she always wanted to be goodbye and she got to move on in peace. Kagome, you felt it, I know you did. I don't understand why you don't want to talk to me about it.”

 

I got to my knees, not paying any attention to the fact that I didn't have anything on from the waist up. To tell you the truth, I don't think Inuyasha noticed at the moment either, which should have told me how serious he was.

 

“I didn't want to talk about it because I didn't want to be left behind again. I didn't want to be told that I have no chance for you to love me the way I love you! That you will mourn Kikyou until we kill Naraku and then you'll just give up and die! I can't fucking take that, Inuyasha.”

 

I didn't want to cry again, but I couldn't help it. I'd been holding back, mostly for his sake, and I just had to let it out. Before I could turn away, I found myself surrounded by red warmth. The scent of trees and rain and male engulfed me and I relaxed and let myself sob. For once Inuyasha wasn't panicking or yelling, he was just…being there for me, and that, more than anything, was what I needed.

 

“Kagome…Kagome I did love Kikyou. She was my first love, but she wasn't my only. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to say goodbye to her knowing I still had you? To give her the kiss I knew she deserved knowing that there was someone else I wanted to spend the rest of my life kissing?” Inuyasha whispered.

I heard him, I heard every word he said, including that Kikyou wasn't his only love and that he wanted to be kissing someone else. Was that someone else how he got so good at it? I needed a minute to come to my senses and when I did, I realized that my top was somewhere else entirely. I tried to pull away, but found myself only able to pull back enough to look Inuyasha in the eyes.

 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break down like that. I just…I just needed to let it out. It's been so hard recently and I've been so confused and…who is it?”

 

His eyes widened in confusion. “Who is who?”

 

“The one you're in love with now?” I blushed. “Is that how you got so good at kissing?”

 

I couldn't believe it, I'd swallowed my pride, told him I loved him, cried, and he was smirking!

 

“You think I'm good at kissing?” he asked, flashing a glimpse of those fangs before catching my earlobe with them. A bolt of heat went straight through to my stomach.

 

“Inuyasha,” I moaned. “Not the point.”

 

“It's you, you baka wench. I love you. Why to you think I try so hard to protect you? Why do you think I hate it so much when you go to that skool of yours? I can't stand not having you around. I wouldn't have started this if I didn't love you.”

 

Tears started dripping down my cheeks again. After all this time, I'd pretty much given up hope that Inuyasha would ever see me as anything more than a friend. Sure, he got overprotective when Kouga or another guy came around, but I'd started thinking he was acting more like a brother than really being jealous.

 

“Kagome?”

 

I looked up and saw the worry etched on his face. Cupping his cheeks, I brushed a light kiss over his lips before pressing firmly against them. I wasn't entirely sure how to lead, but Inuyasha `walked' me through it. While there was still space between us, I pulled his haori out of his pants and searched for his kimono ties. Once I got them loose, I yanked the material free and bared his shoulders and upper arms. Kami, everything was so perfect. He was wiry instead of bodybuilder bulky, but he could probably out lift all of them at once. Still, his skin was golden, smooth, and hairless, the only dark spots being his nipples standing out from defined pecs.

 

When we separated, his eyes were once again glazed and dark.

 

“Kagome, do you want this? I don't know what I can offer, I don't know what will happen to me…”

 

It was my turn to cut him off. “To us. We don't know what will happen to us. And that's why I want this now. In my time, I'm considered way too young to even consider being with you, let alone understanding what it means to be in love. But with all I've been through, all I've seen, I know that I love you. So, yes, Inuyasha, I want this.”

 

With a growl, he pinned me to the sleeping bag by my mouth, the loose ends of his shirts draping over me and tangling with his hair. As his lips traveled to my ear, I tasted the unblemished skin of his shoulder. Shrugging off the offending clothing, he pinned my wrists next to my shoulders and flicked his tongue into my ear canal. I squealed and shivered.

 

“Inuyasha, don't do that, it tickles!” I gasped out, trying to wiggle free. He glanced at me a second before flicking the inside of my ear again. Squirming, I ran my fingers over the sides of his ribs and hips, trying to get him to stop. It wasn't erotic; it was weird!

 

“You don't like this?” he breathed, puffing hotly at the junction of my neck and shoulder.

 

“This is like,” I moaned. “It's the tongue in the ear thing that was weird.”

 

“Well, I'll just have to make you forget about that.”

 

His teeth caught my nipple a moment before his lips sealed over it. He used the flat of his hand to rub and tease my other nipple beyond straining; I could feel the skin around it puckering right before his thumb and forefinger closed in.

 

“Ahhh.” My back arched off the ground and inuyasha's right arm wrapped under me, holding my chest to his mouth. I need to do something, touch something, so I ran my tongue long the soft pink flesh of his puppy ears. They were warm and the hairs inside were thin as silk. It was my hanyou's turn to shudder before kissing me again. My fingers found the tie on his hakama and I struggled to work it free. I was discovering a major problem with feudal era clothing…all the ties and wraps.

 

I traced along a line of soft hair that started below his belly button and discovered it ended at his erection. The skin was so soft, wrinkly almost, hot and alive. Inuyasha buried his face in my neck and groaned. Claws tickled the skin of my inner thighs before slicing away my panties. I opened my mouth to say something about it, but then those same claws drifted between my sensitive folds, easing some of the horrible tension burning there. As his pace increased, I wrapped my hand tighter around him, suddenly realizing that my fingers didn't touch. The only clear thought I could get out was that Inuyasha certainly never was average.

 

I let go of his length and clung to his shoulders, my mouth seeking his, my tongue wrapping around his own. A finger slipped inside of me as he continued to stoke my sodden flesh, rubbing my clit in aching clockwise circles.

 

“Inuyasha, I can't…I don't think…I can't take much more,” I panted out, my hips rising and falling with his movements. I pushed his hakama down past his narrow his, freeing his erection, and tried to wiggle myself closer to it.

 

“Ka-Kagome…Kami…I don't want to hurt you.”

”You won't, at least not for long. Just go slow, okay?”

 

His lips met mine, just a feathery touch, before he settled between my thighs, his hand easing his hardness into me. Each of his movements was a pulse, tiny pushes to try and open me further. It wasn't so bad until he was about halfway. I knew most of my hymen was probably gone, but I wasn't stretched out and it burned. Golden eyes watched me and I smiled encouragingly. Instead of pushing forward, Inuyasha stayed where he was and became laving my breasts with his tongue again. My muscles clenched tighter around him and I grew wetter. The hanyou nipped at my chin and neck, hitting a ticklish spot. The moment I started laughing, he surged forward, sheathing himself to the end within me.

 

“Ohhh.”

 

“Kagome, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Inuyasha had sweat beading along his forehead and jaw as the tendons in his arms strained out.

 

I shook my head. It didn't hurt. “I'm fine. It, it doesn't hurt at all. I feel…full.” I shifted a bit to get more comfortable and could feel myself squeezing him. It felt incredible, so I did it again.

 

“Kami, keep doing that, wench,” Inuyasha ground out, as he started to move. I lay still for a moment, just feeling. The sensations were so different from his fingers, there was a spot inside that make me want to squeeze him from the inside, and soon my hips started to move almost on their own, drawing him in deeper, making him move into me harder.

 

“Harder, please, can you move harder?”

 

The pace became frantic and our breathing and moaning drowned the steady flow of the waterfall and the stream out. I was so close; I just didn't know how to get off that edge.

 

“Inu...so close…how…” Somehow, Inuyasha knew what I needed. His hand dropped between us and rubbed over my clit. The addition of that stimulation did it and I couldn't help but scream. I swear starbursts blew behind my closed eyes and all of my muscles snapped taunt.

 

“KAGOME!” Inuyasha let out a totally canine howl, snapping his pelvis against mine one last time, before collapsing against my chest. He panted a moment, and then rolled us both, his feet working to take of his pants. The only one wearing anything was me, and it was only my skirt.

I relished the warmth of his body, the gentle steadying of his heartbeat, his clawed, powerful hands running through my hair.

 

“Any regrets?” He whispered.”

 

I rubbed my nose against his sternum before dropping a kiss and his moist flesh. “None, unless you count how long I've wanted to be with you. But I don't think it was the right time until now.”

 

“I'm not sure any time would be the right time for us, wench. Humans, especially a miko like you, shouldn't be with hanyou. And us, hell, we're always being hunted, always in danger.”

 

I sat up, gasping as Inuyasha slid out of me, and settled over his stomach. “All the more reason to cherish the time we have together. All the time we have. I want to go home for a few days after this, Inuyasha. I want us to go home. Sango and Miroku can have a break and you can relax without danger.”

 

A genuine smile crossed my hanyou's lips and I returned it wholeheartedly. He twisted me around, pulling off my skirt and slipping the two of us into my sleeping bag, the blanket acting as a pillow.

 

“What about Sango and Miroku? And Shippou! He drank too much sake, too, he's probably…”

 

Inuyasha kissed my nose. “Relax, wench. Sango is on her own. I'll be able to hear anything that goes on out there. The old drunk won't let anything happen either. Rest for a bit.”

 

I nodded, yawning. Tucked in next to Inuyasha was where I felt safest in the world. We were the same, but closer. And no matter what happened, I knew we would always have these moments. I wondered if Totosai knew something more than he let on when he sent us to Yakurodokusen. I'd have to thank the old sword smith next time we ran into him.